Most of the females he had known complained about the size of his manhood, but this little girl seemed to hardly notice how well-equipped he was. Well... he decided, gritting his teeth as she squeezed him again and writhed beneath him, by the time he was done, she would be begging for him to stop. Five minutes later, his face dripping sweat, he was the one doing the begging. “Please, Vixen, please. I need to rest, to recover. Give me a break.” She smiled and tightened the grip of her legs about. "Well, I got other men to take care of. What'll it be?" A ... a scotch on the rocks, please." He hated scotch but it was the only thing he could think of in his confused desperation. Brawny hands, blue veined and cold looking, pushed at his chest, easing him into the front row chair, just feet away from the empty stage."That's a couple bucks extra for the front row," croaked the redhead holding out her hefty palm. "And two bucks for the first round unless you want to buy one for the waitress,. He's a nice guy, takes coaching well. As soon as she was out of the way, I went over and sat down with the new girl."Hi, I'm Mike." I said. "Your friend doesn't like me."She told me her name. "Sunny." She glanced over to where Christy was shimmying under the lights. "She said you don't call back." Yeah, it's pretty rare," I admitted."A real Casanova, eh?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.I shrugged. "Say what you like about Casanova, he never left a woman unsatisfied."She bit her lip, and gave me. Actually, the travel to the grand event was a part of the event, so any assassins had no trouble knowing chapter and verse on his travel plans.He traveled with an official bodyguard of troops, and the whole trip was to be by flier. At least, that way I would be able to cover the journey in my new ship, so I had a tremendous advantage of speed and armament over any other fighter that was likely to show up piloted by some sort of troublemaker. This was one of those things where every person who.